Liu'er left Zhangqingshan overnight with a group of guards, and returned in a lively atmosphere at dusk the next day.

A row of horse-drawn carriages were lined up at the entrance of the village, and a dozen or so workers were busy tearing off the oilcloth covering them.

Hearing the excitement, the villagers gathered in groups of three or four. The adults stood a little further away and watched curiously, but the children couldn't help but walk closer.

"Come here." Liu'er jumped off the car and held up two large paper bags with a bit of pride, "Eat some candied fruit."

When the children saw her reaching out, they all stepped back in fear.

"Preserved candies, the most famous in Qingyuan Prefecture." Liu'er said, taking out the preserved candies from the paper wrapper and throwing them into her mouth, then curled her lips and said, "Of course, this stuff is not as good as the ones in the capital."

Children are children after all, they couldn't help swallowing their saliva when looking at the candied fruit.

"I've seen it. I saw it when my second uncle and I went to the city." said a child, putting his finger in his mouth and sucking it.

I've seen it but never eaten it.

How can I eat snacks if I can’t even eat enough?

It is said that the candied fruit is very sweet, sweeter than the sweet grass roots dug from the ground.

Liu Er approached them again with a bit of pride and handed over another unopened paper package.

"Here, eat it," she said.

As if he had lost control, the child standing in the front reached out to take it, and he was still dreaming until he got the paper package.

How did I get it?

Liu'er had already picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eat it," she giggled.

After the first person had a taste of the sweet treat, the other children couldn't hold back any longer and rushed over.

Children of all ages grabbed the candied fruits, stuffed them into their mouths, and then happily ran towards their families holding them up.

"Dad, taste it."

"Mom, it's candied fruit."

"Grandpa, have you eaten it?"

The children's laughter and the adults' reserved pushing and shoving made the village entrance even more lively.

A packet of preserved fruits could cause such a commotion. Miss Jun felt sad watching from the sidelines.

"These preserves are nothing." Liu Er continued to boast, pointing to the carriages behind her, "I bought everything, the best rice, flour, oil, sugar, salt, vinegar, meat, vegetables and fish in the entire Qingyuan Prefecture, and I have also placed orders. Every seven days, fresh vegetables, meat and fish will be delivered from the prefecture. Ten grocery stores will also deliver groceries here every seven days. Food, drinks, and entertainment, everything you need is available."

Having just received the candied fruit, the children were more relaxed and bravely gathered around the carriage to look at the goods on it. The adults couldn't help but come closer and point at the things.

"What are you doing?" a voice came from behind.

The adults immediately stepped back, and the children stopped talking and laughing, all looking back. Xia Yong and his wife walked over.

"Second Uncle Xia," Miss Jun stepped forward and said, "I asked someone to bring some rice and food over. How do you think we should distribute it to everyone?"

Xia Yong looked gloomy, and Xia Yong's wife gave him a grateful look but didn't say anything.

"Miss Jun, you can use your own rice and food." Xia Yong said, "We can't share it."

Sure enough, they still refused to accept it.

Hearing what he said, the children who were holding the candied fruits in their hands suddenly put the candied fruits back into the paper bags. The children who were holding the paper bags also ran to Liu'er and stuffed the paper bags into her hands.

"Hey!" Liu'er only had time to shout before the child ran away like a rabbit.

All the children in the village stepped back in unison.

"What are you doing? You have food but you don't want it." Liu'er said unhappily, "Do you have to eat bran cakes?"

No one spoke and no one came forward. They didn't even look at the cargo on the carriage.

"Uncle Xia, you all know I have no ill intentions," Miss Jun said. "I just want to do something, and I happen to be able to do it."

Xia Yong nodded and was about to say something, but Sister-in-law Xia spoke first.

"Ms. Jun, we all understand your intentions." She said sincerely, "But, we also hope that you can understand our intentions."

Her eyes were a little red, and she looked at Miss Jun and shook her head slowly.

"You know in your heart why you did this, and so do we. We are sorry, but we do not accept it."

What is not accepted is not her kindness, but the person on whom her kindness is based.

This shouldn't be the case, but she understands that many things don't require reasoning.

Miss Jun remained silent. Xia Yong and his wife bowed to her and turned away. The villagers immediately dispersed without hesitation, and in a blink of an eye, they were the only ones left at the entrance of the village.

Although there were many people in the carriage, he still looked lonely and embarrassed.

"You really don't know what's good for you!" Liu'er said angrily with her eyes wide open and her feet stamped.

Miss Jun looked at her, and Liu'er stuck out her tongue, lowered her head and dared not say anything.

"Put it away first." Miss Jun said to Lei Zhonglian.

Lei Zhonglian replied yes.

"Then can we eat tonight?" Liu'er asked hesitantly.

Miss Jun smiled again when she saw Liu'er's pitiful look.

Some people have never suffered and do not need to suffer, which is nothing to be ashamed of. Some people do not want to suffer but can persist in suffering for the sake of faith and loyalty, which is also nothing to be ashamed of.

She nodded, and Liuer raised her hands and cheered.

The night enveloped the mountain village, which was plunged into darkness. There was not enough oil for food and lamp oil was even more of a luxury. There was only one courtyard with lights on in the whole village, which was naturally Miss Jun's residence. Not only were lights on in the house, but there were also torches burning and lanterns hanging in the courtyard.

These were newly added today. They shine as brightly as stars in the night, allowing people standing on the mountain to see this place more clearly than in the daytime.

"Niuniu."

A call came from the night, and the figure standing on the mountain road immediately turned around and said "hmm".

There was no light on in this house, but a figure could be vaguely seen standing at the door.

"It's time to go to bed." The woman said softly.

The girl nodded again and walked over. She stopped in front of the woman.

"What's wrong?" the woman asked, stroking her head.

The girl's eyes sparkled in the night.

"How old was I when my father left?" she suddenly asked.

The woman's hand paused slightly.

"Three years old," she said softly.

The girl said "oh".

"I was too young to remember anything," she said.

I don’t even know what that man looks like, and I have no memory of the deep love between father and daughter.

"It's nothing. There are so many things I can't remember and have forgotten." The woman said softly, holding her daughter's shoulders. "People always have to look forward."

The girl followed her into the house without saying anything else. The door closed and the mountain fell into complete silence.

At dawn, Miss Jun stopped on the mountain road. She looked up ahead and then down at the letter in her hand.

It's a dilemma.

This really puts these people in a difficult position.

Miss Jun simply sat down on the mountain road, resting her hand on her chin, lost in thought.

So what can we do?

"Huh!"

A long shout came from the bottom of the mountain.

Miss Jun looked subconsciously. The villagers here got up early to work. Sitting on a high place, she could see people scattered on the fields and hillsides.

There are old people, women and children.

The shouting stopped, and then the sound of clappers began again.

Why do we have to knock the gong? Miss Jun thought of this and her eyes widened immediately. All the workers within her sight suddenly waved the farm tools in their hands.

"ha!"

From all directions, voices coming from far and near, high and low, old, weak, and young rang out at the same time.

The clapper rang again.

The man raised the hoe and swung it heavily, the child chopped steadily with the sickle in his hand, and the woman stood in horse stance and pushed the basket in front of her.

"ha!"

The sounds came out again, scattered and gathered.

Is this...labor?

This is clearly... a practice battle.

Miss Jun just felt numb all over.